This must be the cleverest little BT in the world, I think! I’m going to send Piglet over for some lessons 🙂
Wee Piggle and I drove over to Arnside yesterday so that ace dog groomer, Hilary Gilpin, could strip Piggle’s coat.
It’s been amazingly long for ages now, but I thought it best to leave the stripping until now because the winter has been so cold. Hilary pionted out, though, that Piggle’s coat won’t have been keeping her either warm or dry for quite some time, because when it’s as long as that it simply splits along the back, and forms into little ringletty things (Piglet calls it her Rastafurian look), so that wind and rain get straight through. Doh… I’ll know for next time.
Hilary did a great job. Piglet has only a rather sparse undercoat–Hilary said that’s probably because she’s a blue and tan (as opposed to red or grizzle), as for some reason it takes longer for undercoats to develop on little blues, and Piglet’s still only 16 months old (today, in fact!) In a couple of weeks, though, it’ll have grown through and she’ll look lovely.
It was great to see my wee puppy emerge again from under all that fur, and to have confirmation that I’ve not been over-feeding her. She looks pretty skinny to me now, but Hilary (who also breeds, shows and judges Borders, so knows what she’s talking about) said there was “more than enough of her”.
Anyway, here are the ‘before’ and ‘after’ pictures. Amazing, eh! As ever, click on the smaller pics for larger versions.
ZOMG I’m so excited that I really can’t help posting to say that I’ve just had a quick scan online, and realised that Piglet’s father–Tythrop Tapas–has just won Best of Breed at Crufts for the SECOND TIME!!!
Piglet and Puss-Puss and I are so happy about it! Piglet shed a tear of joy (actually I think the cat may have had a paw in that), and I couldn’t help jumping around the room, even though I’m really not into that Crufts stuff at all. But this is Piglet’s own Daddy, so we can’t help being excited ♥
*goes off to scan the other results*
Edited to add: Piggle’s brother won his age class, and her sister came second in hers. Wow… And Piglet is actually the most lovely of the three of them! *g* And to think we went for camping over showing!
This is quite wonderful!
Somehow I think little Piggly’s brain-cells aren’t quite up to this sort of thing. I’m sure Piss-Piss could do it if she wanted to, though.
Edited to add: Heheheheh… having just received this wee jokey in an email from a pal I just couldn’t resist adding it to the end of my earlier post…
In a hospital, relatives gathered in the waiting room, where their family member lay gravely ill.
Finally, the doctor came in looking tired and sombre.
“I’m afraid I’m the bearer of bad news,’ he said as he surveyed the worried faces. ‘The only hope left for your loved one at this time is a brain transplant. It’s an experimental procedure, and very risky, but it is the only hope. Insurance will cover the cost of the procedure, but you will have to pay for the brain yourselves.”
The family members sat silent as they absorbed the news. After a great length of time, someone asked, “Well, how much does a brain cost?”
The doctor quickly responded, “£5,000 for a male brain, and £200 for a female brain.”
The moment turned awkward. Men in the room tried not to smile, avoiding eye contact with the women, but some just couldn’t help smirking. Eventually one man, unable to control his curiosity, blurted out the question everyone wanted to ask.
“So why does the male brain cost so much more?'”
The doctor smiled at the childish innocence, and turned to explain to the entire group. “It’s just standard pricing procedure. We have to mark down the price of the female brains, because they’ve actually been used.”
Piggly and I went walking on the beach today. We tried out the video function on the phone, and when we got home Piglet made this little fllm.
The music may ring a bell with any former 70s kiddies out there.
Being a Border Terrier, Piglet naturally has friends and allies on the Borders, and on Friday morning she commandeered the car and drove me up there for a weekend of fun, food and friendship with her pals, Mango Terrier and Mango’s brother, Gazza.
We had a brilliant time! Gourmet food, wonderful walks, music, conversation and even an excellent fiLm to watch. (Those terriers certainly know how to choose them.)
On Saturday the terrorists took Master, Mistress and me for walkies to Lindisfarne, where we ogled the castle, admired Gertrude Jekyll’s walled garden and browsed around in the rock pools on the beach.
The castle is more impressive from a distance than it is in close-up. Not realising that until we were close-up I rather stupidly didn’t get a picture, so here’s one of the beach to be going on with.
After the garden we made our way towards the shore…
…where there were many limpets and sea anenomes and interesting seaweeds and wracks to be inspected, and I spotted a man collecting something in a bucket. They turned out to be winkles, which will now be bound for France and Spain since he has no market for them over here.
Now that we’re home Piglet wishes we were back there, and has taken to the cat’s bed with her wee rat.
Piglet sends thanks and warm licks to Mango and Gazza, and their kind Master and Mistress, and so do I ♥ (Oh, and the sourdough starter sends a burp from the fridge.)
I spoke to the vet about spaying this evening.
I’ve been looking into it since Piggly was a little baby (she’s now an adolescent of 14.5 months old) and I decided I wanted her to have a couple of seasons first, because apparently whipping a little puppy’s bits out before they’ve matured stunts the dog’s development (despite the advice from many vets to have them ‘done’ at 6 months, before they’ve had a first period). At the same time, though, there are what appear to be objective studies which demonstrate that
piglets puppies who go unspayed are more prone to hormone-related diseases (including cancer) later in life.
I also took advice also from a friend of my bezzy online pal–a highly regarded breeder of terriers–and I reckon that now that Piglet’s had two seasons it’s time to have her spayed. Having spoken to the vet, I think I’m going to book her in for Monday 22nd February.
Still, despite feeling pretty sure that it’s all for the best, I can’t shake off a feeling of real unhappiness at the idea of it. I’ve tried to work out why, but I can’t quite put my finger on it. Is it because I’ve not had
puppies children of my own, and regret that? I don’t know, but that’s probably part of it. It could aso be because she’s such a truly lovely little dog in every way–pretty, loving, playful, michievous–and it seems a shame not to pass those Piggly genes on. That’s probably part of it too. I know I don’t like the idea of her being in pain after the operation, but in life, of course, it’s sometimes necessary to bear a little pain for a greater good.
I’m planning to ring the vet in the morning to make the appointment. Nothing is set in stone, though, so if anybody out there has strong views one way or the other then please let me know. I like to take everything into account before making decisions about important stuff like this.
*cries a bit*
*goes off to hug little Piglet*
Here ya go! *g*
Piglet has made this video herself (clever wee thing), and has tried to fit the action to the words of the tune *g*
All my pics are now on Smugmug.